You may tire of me as our December sun is setting. 'Cause I'm not who I used to be. No longer easy on the eyes, these wrinkles masterfully disguise the youthful boy below who turned your way and saw something he was not looking for. Both a beginning and an end, but now he lives inside someone he does not recognize when he catches his reflection on accident.
Just a tiny one. Just some dead journals and the like, such as we never talk, we never clicked, etc. Please remove me too or my OCD will get the better of me and I end up ban_setting you. Best of luck ♥